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Memories pressured spot
< Anna Tantsyura
Memories pressed on the spot. My world is made up of two notebooks, pencils and white wine that comes to my way. And how many days pass, I still look in your eyes that look with photos and moan my tantrums and poems, probably worthy of monographs.
I remember everything. As if you - not a dream, the striped sweater that hangs on my hanger as memory, once he has your smell I do not radiate. You do not know what happened in that night, and how I was vomiting, so strong, on a part of and that you are the hero of my dreams and that I sincerely wish you happiness.
You're bold, independent and intoxicating, all this brings me to ecstasy, and your indifference cohesive phrases can not cling. You are a rare infection. I got here and wander between the lines and what did I - at least in the pool with his head - forgetting the truth about the life lesson that those available are not desired at times
. I drink wine and eat French cheese and look very nice and happy. But you do not know what you - my mime that you're the hero of the drama theater, which is called my life for me. You just boulders lying here ...
Memories pressed on the spot. My world is made up of two notebooks, pencils and white wine that comes to my way. And how many days pass, I still look in your eyes that look with photos and moan my tantrums and poems, probably worthy of monographs.
I remember everything. As if you - not a dream, the striped sweater that hangs on my hanger as memory, once he has your smell I do not radiate. You do not know what happened in that night, and how I was vomiting, so strong, on a part of and that you are the hero of my dreams and that I sincerely wish you happiness.
You're bold, independent and intoxicating, all this brings me to ecstasy, and your indifference cohesive phrases can not cling. You are a rare infection. I got here and wander between the lines and what did I - at least in the pool with his head - forgetting the truth about the life lesson that those available are not desired at times
. I drink wine and eat French cheese and look very nice and happy. But you do not know what you - my mime that you're the hero of the drama theater, which is called my life for me. You just boulders lying here ...